Second Warning: Later chapters will contain spanking of an adult. If you don't like, don't read ^^
This is another story I've been writing for fun, before plucking the courage to post it up on here. Characters may be ooc but I tried my hardest to keep them ic so hopefully it worked. I always saw Captain Unohana as a more motherly figure so I figured the scenario was likely :)
Did anyone else notice just how much Ilfort looks like Ukitake? My friend didn't but I was there like wooow... and then... he... *sniffs* Too soon... So I decided to save him :D Oh well, I'll quit my rambling... Or try to ^^
Disclaimer: Don't own Bleach, although I recently got some awesome figurines and keychains :D If I did own it, no bishies would ever die :( Plus Ukitake would get far more scenes cos he's awesome :D
Pain. That was all he knew. His world was black; his nerves on fire. He could hear screams but he couldn't tell if they were his or someone else's. Probably his. The Soul Reaper had got him; he should be dead. Death was preferable. He didn't want this pain, this blindness. He wanted death.
Light pierced the darkness, almost painful itself, before it dimmed down into a warm, comforting glow. The fire in his veins seemed to calm, a cool stream running through him, the pain slowly fading. He tried to open his eyes. Failed. He tried to say something, anything. No sound came out. The screams had stopped but he could dimly hear another voice. A serene feeling swept through him. Sleep... He needed... Sleep...
Voices all around him, everywhere. Faint, not close. He forced his eyes open, succeeding this time. The pain had gone... But he didn't seem to be back in Hueco Mundo. What was this place? He studied the wooden ceiling, as if expecting it to answer, before turning his head. There was a window in the room, which cast a soft light, but he couldn't see out from the angle he lay at.
Panic started to swell within the pit of his stomach. Why couldn't he move? Was he paralyzed? Had he been captured by the Soul Society for experimentation? ...Would they treat him better than Szayel had? His younger brother's cruel experiments had never been the highlight of his day.
The panic didn't lessen as he started to realise his movement hadn't been stopped, merely restricted. He could feel straps tightening around his shoulders, hips, ankles and wrists every time he tried to move. He attempted to see the straps by craning his head down but it was no use. A thick, warm blanket hid them far too well. It was slightly too warm but he had no hope of shrugging it off.
The door creaked open, causing him to stop struggling momentarily and glance over. A woman with the strangest hairdo he had ever seen – thick brown hair braided together under her chin like a makeshift beard – stood there, smiling serenely at him. The smile was friendly and sincere; her whole posture and dress seemed to imply she had a motherly, caring nature... And yet, deep inside him, he felt the first stirrings of dread. These feelings only increased when he saw the light glinting off an evil looking needle, which was held loosely in her right hand.
"I didn't expect you to be awake yet," she remarked, moving to sit on the bed next to him. Her voice was higher and girlier than he had expected, but it still sounded pleasant and peaceful... Yet somehow terrifying... "How are you feeling?"
The captive remained silent, eyes locked on the needle, fidgeting ever so slightly in a very half-hearted attempt to escape without being detected. He wanted to get away from this strange woman, who somehow managed to be more terrifying than Lord Aizen and yet as comforting as... The odd light that had spread through him? That was the only comforting thing he could remember... And this bed! He'd never had a bed before, in all his memories as a hollow and an Arrancar.
"I had hoped to do this while you slept but it needs to be done. This may sting a little," she warned. He watched, still helpless, as she flipped back the nice, safe quilt, revealing his bare arm. Bare? Did he no longer wear clothes!? He tried his very best to jerk away from the evilly glinting needle, even as it entered his still motionless arm. He couldn't suppress the whimper as fire once again seemed to blaze through his veins, far too quickly spreading throughout his entire body.
She stroked his long, knotty blonde hair softly as she waited for him to stop biting his lip. The Arrancar was trying his best not to show weakness. Finally he lay still once more, glaring up at her, waiting for the next round of torture to begin. He didn't move away from her hand, however, or even attempt to, so she continued to gently stroke his hair.
"I'm sorry I had to do that. Someone has placed a special type of Rieatsu in your body, which records everything that happens to you. We cannot allow that to fall into enemy hands so I simply destroyed it," she explained. His eyes remained narrow. Szayel – he should have known! "My name is Retsu Unohana, Captain of Squad Four. We healed your injuries. Assistant Captain Abari told me your name is Ilfort Granz. Is this correct?"
"Healed my injuries? ...Why?" He inquired.
"There was no reason not to. Unfortunately, you were the only one we could rescue. Your colleagues died before I could reach them."
"...Already dead? You're kidding, sis. No way they could kill Grimmjow," he scoffed. They were trying to unsettle him. It wouldn't work! However, she simply smiled and tapped him on the nose warningly.
"You will call me 'Captain Unohana' like everyone else does," she instructed. The Arrancar deemed it best not to argue.
"...Fine..." He replied, sounding slightly sulky. He flinched as her eyes narrowed in a way that was only just noticeable and yet the only thing the Arrancar could notice. "C-Captain Unohana!"
The captain nodded and stood up, still looking amazingly calm and serene. She smiled down at her captive.
"I will have food brought to you shortly, Ilfort... Do you mind if I call you that?"
"It's my name, sis - - - er... Captain..." Ilfort replied, not daring to anger her. All his instincts warned him not to do that. All his instincts were right.
He was forced to remain in bed for a week as the captain insisted he needed to 'rest and recuperate'. He had tried to escape a couple of times by using his powers, until he had been informed that the silver band around his neck restricted their use. For that week, only his superior regenerative skills prevented him from being as weak as the souls that didn't qualify to become Soul Reapers – the same ones that lived in the Rukon District. Ilfort had heard little about them, but he supposed they would be called the 'Rukon' or 'Rukonians' or 'Rukonese'... 'Rukonites?'
He had spent most of the week complaining, trying his very best to at least be allowed his Zanpakutô. This, of course, had failed, although Captain Unohana did allow him to have his clothes back. He was given the same uniform he had worn in Hueco Mundo. It had been very neatly mended, with only one difference. There was now a sign in big, black Japanese symbols, which had been delicately stitched on to the back of his top.
"If found, please return to Captain Unohana," he read, tracing his fingers over the symbols before scowling at the captain. She simply waited for him to get dressed before strapping him to the bed once more and leaving.
The only people Ilfort saw that entire week were Captain Unohana, herself, and a tall, grey haired female, who had identified herself as Isane Kotetsu, Assistant Captain of Squad Four and a valued member of the Shinigami Women's Association. He had found out the last one when she had sheepishly entered the room with a camera and proceeded to take pictures of him while he watched, helpless.
"They wanted to see the new guy," she explained, apologetically. Ilfort simply blinked, blinded by the flash, as she left.
Throughout the week, the Arrancar remained mostly quiet and docile, when he wasn't complaining about his clothes, Zanpakutô, or trying to escape. He had slowly come round to the idea of resting and recuperating, despite how very boring it was. He had never got such opportunities in Hueco Mundo, so he started to find it almost pleasant. However, it eventually had to come to an end.
AN: So many people write Ilfort as really dumb. I never really saw that so I've got him as averageish intelligence. As for the bro/sis thing, well I read somewhere that was what he was meant to be saying rather than brother, and I thought it suited him better. Oh well, hope you enjoyed. R and R if you did...Or even if you didn't I guess :)